Celestial Threshold

Through the arch of night, a portal opens wide, A moonlit gaze that whispers secrets untold. The stars, like scattered dreams, dance in the tide, A silent symphony where time is gold. In this space, where shadows and light entwine, A soul finds solace, a heart finds peace. The tables stand empty, yet they align, With the cosmos, a quiet, eternal feast. The moon, a guardian of dreams and thought, Watches over this sanctuary of night. It speaks of journeys, both known and sought, In the stillness, a world comes to light. Here, the viewer becomes the stargazer, Lost in the vastness, yet found in the small. The moon's embrace, a timeless balm, Guides the soul to its own celestial hall.